My Humblest Apologies

LDs, I have not meant to neglect you for so long. I'm just...stuck...yet the fuck again. See, I read a blog a couple of weeks ago that made the comment about "quality, not quantity." I strive for quality...sometimes. Other times (like Bitch and Moan Monday, which I will do again), it's all swearing fluff and random brain vomit.

See, I don't have "I fly the bird at you" stories like Kisha and Aunt Becky (and I love these two like we've been friends since we were twelve, even though we've never met).

I don't have the "little extras" that Jen and Kelle (these two are inspiring - love you, Jen).

I'm not a persevering champion like Missus Gamgee or someone who disects books like several HP sites I read (can't you just let a story be a story?), although Mrs. G and I both share a passion for Harry and Hobbits (I've got the feet and the food thing down pat).

I don't even have what Avitable's does (and I deffo don't want it! *evil grin).

I'm going to try to post two or three times a week. It may be something that makes you weep, or one that makes you snort tea all over your monitor (might want a full-computer rubber for those days *smirk)

Or, it might just be "fuck it - here's how my day went" or "things that don't belong in bodily orifices" (orifici?) or "I saved another life today because I didn't shoot anyone!"

I've got a couple, and even have a BnM Monday for later on :)

I'm also designing a change to our spare room (now that's it's more cleaned out than it was before - you can see the floor!) so that we can work out and move the computers in there.

So, how is everyone? Haven't talked to you in a while.

Heepwah, and be safe out there.

Ms D

New! Improved!

Nah. Just wanted to see your reactions, Dear Readers.

There are going to be a couple of changes around here. For example, if you've read my last post, you'll see that I have accepted a {W}rite of Passage. Doing so has made me want to reach out to you and show you what I mean by the '300-ring circus of an imagination' in the title of this lil' ol' blog o' mine.

In addition to writing the challenges, I'm going to try to post snippets of stories that I have written. I'm going to start you out with a romance that is not yet named. I had posted it months (and I do mean months) ago on myspace (which has since been abandoned and deserted). I'm always looking for ConCrit (constructive criticism), and I will let you know here and now that I write like I speak. You have to suspend your disbelief. If you come across something that you know about (that I obviously don't), please, feel free to shoot me a comment and let me know.

The first story is about Ashley and Andrew. It's set in the 1850s in Mississippi (I should use this story - which could make it into a novel - as an excuse to vacation for a week in Hattiesburg and the surrounding areas). There is a plantation. There are slaves, but Cole is not a hard man to work for. Prayer goes a long way.

Dear Readers, if you are not a romancy-kind of reader, you can skip over these chapters. I'll let you know via the title if it's a chapter or a post.

I know there's a lurker out there (hi, bena!), and she's read this already. Hopefully, there are enough changes that she's pleasantly surprised.

Friday evening shall come the first chapter.

Be safe out there, and heepwah

Mrs. Dreamer

The Time Traveler's Wife

No, not the movie. The book. I'd prefer to read first, watch later. I just picked the book up last Friday, and am now finished. Spent the last 20 minutes finishing it up, and I'm going to have to read the last hundred pages or so again.

Couldn't see.

How would you react if you fell in love with a time traveler? Clare puts it simply: "I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's ok."

For Mr. Realist, I would wait. Even though he is not a time traveler, I have waited for him in the past.

There are parts that are heart-wrenchingly beautiful. Others, you just shake your head and laugh. Most of all, it's the love that Clare and Henry have that literally transcends time.

I'd love to tell you how I felt about this book, but I can't find the words. Makes me want to snuggle up with Mr. Realist and be held safely in his embrace for the rest of eternity.

Crap. I'm beginning to not see the words again.

Stupid tears.

Mrs. Dreamer

Tell me a story...

Or should I tell you a story? I've made mention on here that I'm an aspiring novelist. However, I get stuck easily. I've got a myriad of stories going all at once, and most of the time, I have writer's block...horribly. So, I'm thinking about posting parts of stories here, and letting you, my lovely Readers, help me out. There is only one story that will not be written here, and that's Kati and Lalo's story. I've worked too hard on that one, and it's the one closest to my heart. So here's your chance to let me know what you think. I'll give you main names and setting, and you can go from there.

1. Ashley and Andrew. 1850's, Mississippi

2. Lacie and Jake. Present day, Missouri

3. Kalexya (Lexy) and Evan. Present day, space/Illinois

4. There are several little *phbbt* ones that I just had to jot down an inkling of an idea, and they've really gone no further. Nick and Renee, Julia and David, Jenna and Tony...the list might go on. :)

Anyway, let me know what you think.
Oh, and I cannot friggin' WAIT to go to Camp for a weekend! Heep-to-the-WAH!

Mrs. Dreamer